I woke up,
The sun shining is so bad for my white knuckles.
In which 48 more hours and 3 of my `10 scars will heal. the blood cells coming together and giving a easy birth to the once dead skin.
wow so much is happening just on my hands and i havent even woke up yet. but i was awake.and begin to think aside from the zzzz's swimming like a school of fish in my shitty little way.
Hospitals will kill you. I start to wonder if Doctors really pray. i put on my blackest suit and walk out the door. i begin to think. i begin to pray. that someone is up on the 3rd floor of the next building with a sniper rifle aiming for me. today is not ok to die. just as i thought 47 steps down the dirt road and a shot was fired but unlucky for that fellow he only shot the 2 of spades clean from my black hat. i prayed for this. i went to work and couldnt think. i couldnt pray. i thought of words like "skull" and "universe" and made copys of these words 24 times. I handed them out to every customer i had to serve. i prayed for this. i punched out and began to walk home thinking if that sniper is still up there. when i arrived back home there was a note stabed to my door reading: I'm sorry for the bullet. I Dream of you. Give me your Tomorrow. with a red lipstick kiss and signed the lady you love. i looked down at my hands i had 1 more scar. i prayed for this.
.......... -dw
The sun shining is so bad for my white knuckles.
In which 48 more hours and 3 of my `10 scars will heal. the blood cells coming together and giving a easy birth to the once dead skin.
wow so much is happening just on my hands and i havent even woke up yet. but i was awake.and begin to think aside from the zzzz's swimming like a school of fish in my shitty little way.
Hospitals will kill you. I start to wonder if Doctors really pray. i put on my blackest suit and walk out the door. i begin to think. i begin to pray. that someone is up on the 3rd floor of the next building with a sniper rifle aiming for me. today is not ok to die. just as i thought 47 steps down the dirt road and a shot was fired but unlucky for that fellow he only shot the 2 of spades clean from my black hat. i prayed for this. i went to work and couldnt think. i couldnt pray. i thought of words like "skull" and "universe" and made copys of these words 24 times. I handed them out to every customer i had to serve. i prayed for this. i punched out and began to walk home thinking if that sniper is still up there. when i arrived back home there was a note stabed to my door reading: I'm sorry for the bullet. I Dream of you. Give me your Tomorrow. with a red lipstick kiss and signed the lady you love. i looked down at my hands i had 1 more scar. i prayed for this.
.......... -dw